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Till I give notice.—Holla, you within! Come forth and fear no ill. (A shriek heard from the cave.)

Omnes. What dismal shriek is that?

Al. 'Tis Orra's voice.

El. No, no! it cannot be! It is some wretch, In maniac's fetters bound.

Hart. The horrid thought that bursts into my mind! Forbid it, righteous Heaven! Theo. Hold, hold! no entry here but o'er my corse, When ye have master'd me.

Hart. My Theobald Dost thou not know thy friends?

Theo. Ha! thou, my Hartman! Art thou come to me?

Hart. Yes, I am come. What means that look of anguish? She is not dead!

Theo.Oh, no! it is not death!

Hart. What mean'st thou? Is she well?

Theo.Her body is.

Hart. And not her mind?Oh! direst wreck of all! That noble mind!But 'tis some passing seizure, Some powerful movement of a transient nature; It is not madness?